As I walked through the halls of our community college campus, my gaze drifted towards the various classes going on around me. It seemed like every door I passed held a secret treasure trove of temptation - young Asian girls who could easily be mistaken for Penthouse or Hustler models. They were all too attractive for their own good; especially when compared to my aging frame which had seen better days. Despite being forty-five years old, I couldn't help but feel drawn to them. Every time I saw them walking past, laughing together, studying intently or even just staring off into space with those captivating eyes -- there was something about these girls that made me wish things were different between us. But alas, we both knew our roles; teacher and student never mix well outside academic settings.
My mind wandered often during lectures too, lost in thoughts of how amazing it would be to explore these beautiful creatures beneath me. Linda, with her perfect cherry red lips and sleek black hair always caught my attention; she had this air of innocence mixed with mischief that screamed "I know what you want". Then there was Thuy, petite yet fiery Vietnamese goddess who commanded attention wherever she went. Her smoldering glances sent shivers down my spine whenever our paths crossed inside or outside classrooms. Their presence alone was enough torture without allowing myself to entertain such taboo fantasies further.
On Friday afternoon, after our weekly soccer match against faculty members (which we somehow managed to win), one of my colleagues approached me while I was heading back home. "Hey man," he said casually, "are you planning anything fun this weekend?" He knew very well the answer would probably involve drinking beer alone or watching some obscure sports matches on TV while hiding from reality. Little did he know that today might change everything.
While driving home later that evening, I noticed an intriguing advertisement along the highway -- Kamiko's Frozen Yogurt Shop opening soon! The image accompanying it featured a gorgeous Asian girl sporting an infectious smile that matched perfectly with her tantalizing curves hidden under loose clothing. For once, my heart leaped up in anticipation rather than despair at yet another reminder of what I couldn't have. Could fate really be offering me a chance at satisfaction? Perhaps this time things would play out differently?
The following Saturday morning found me standing in front of the newly opened store before anyone else arrived. As I studied the signage, my eyes kept drifting back to the picture of the girl whose body language radiated confidence and sensuality at equal measures. Suddenly, it hit me -- she looked familiar! After a moment's hesitation, I realized why: she was one of my previous students! My pulse raced as visions flooded my mind of her presenting assignments or answering questions confidently during class discussions. However, this was no longer relevant; all that mattered now was how incredibly desirable she appeared in this setting.
There was a line of customers forming behind me already, eager for their frozen yogurt fix. Despite feeling anxious, I couldn't resist staying any longer. With determination fueling my steps, I walked inside only to find Kamiko herself standing behind the counter! She looked up at me with recognition flashing across her eyes, but maintained her professional demeanor as she asked about my order. "
"Mr. Rivers! What a surprise," she said casually, not missing a beat while scooping out my desired flavor.
"I was hoping to catch you here," I replied, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant. The truth was, I had been thinking about her ever since seeing that advertisement.
"I'd love to chat but we're quite busy right now," she responded politely, indicating towards the long line of customers waiting impatiently behind me. "So what flavor did you decide on?"
"Chocolate swirl," I answered, trying not to stare at her mesmerizing figure too obviously. She scooped some into a cup before handing it over, our fingertips brushing against each other ever so slightly. "You got any recommendations for toppings?"
"Well," she replied with a mischievous grin, "it depends on what kind of mood you're in."
As I paid for my treat and made my way towards the self-serve toppings station, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. Maybe there was still a chance for me after all? As the minutes ticked by and the rush hour customers dwindled down, Kamiko found herself free from her duties behind the counter. With a sly smile, she made her way over to where I was sitting, looking casually sexy in her yoga pants and tank top combo.
"Business slowing down?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager.
"For now," she replied, taking a seat opposite me. "It'll pick up again soon enough."
We engaged in small talk for a while, discussing what we'd both been up to since graduation. She mentioned how much she enjoyed running her own business and how much support she'd received from family and friends. I couldn't help but notice how flattered she seemed by my attention -- something which filled me with both excitement and trepidation.
Eventually, the conversation turned flirtatious, with Kamiko playfully teasing me about my 'old man' jokes. As we laughed together, I felt a spark ignite between us; one that promised forbidden pleasures if only we dared to explore it further.
"You know," I said, trying (and failing) to sound casual once more, "I always thought you looked familiar. Like I've seen you somewhere before."
Kamiko giggled at my obvious attempt at flirting. "Oh really?" she teased, batting her eyelashes playfully. "Where might that be?"
"Well," I stammered, feeling heat rising in my cheeks, "I mean... not to sound creepy or anything but... you kind of remind me of this Japanese pornstar I used to watch."
